So many springs
so many autumns
and then hope runs out,
slowly beats go down and sight dazzles.
Nothing out there to hold me firm,
like an autumn's leaf, floating without haven or a ship that lost in storm.
Words stop but meanings shower
upon my wrecked heart
without noticing...
And life just gone hell...
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